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The young woman suddenly grabbed my mother’s hand.

“Grandma,” she whispered, staring at me, “Is this my real mother? »

Time seemed to stop.

“What did she call you? “I asked.

My mother collapsed.

Her knees fell and she collapsed in a chair.

My father tried to shut her up, but she yelled at her.

“No! We’ve hidden this enough! »

Then she confessed the truth.

The second baby was not dead.

My parents followed me after learning where I lived. My mother wanted to take me home, but my father refused. When they found out that I had given birth to twins, he bribed a clinic employee to report the death of one of the babies.They took my daughter away while I was unconscious.

My father thought he could raise her without anyone discovering that she was the daughter of their “disgraced” teenage daughter. They told the city that the baby was the baby of a deceased distant relative.

They called her Sofia.

My mother had spent twenty years pretending to be Sofia’s grandmother at home and her mother in public.

I was breathless.

“You stole my child,” I whispered.

My father looked down.

“We gave him a good life,” he said.

“A good life? “I shouted. “You have allowed me to carry an empty coffin in my heart for twenty years! »

Sofia began to cry.

She told me that she had always felt that something was wrong. My mother had finally confessed that she was not her biological mother, but she refused to reveal her identity.

I called Valentina.

When she arrived, as soon as the sisters saw each other, they froze.

It was like attending the long-awaited meeting of two unfinished souls.

They had the same smile. The same nervous mania of spinning a ring around their finger. Even their voices were similar.

Valentina walked up and stroked Sofia’s face.

“I always felt like I was missing someone,” she whispered.

Sofia held her in her arms.